Title: Twice the Charm
Author: Krissy
Disclaimer: Pokemon ain't mine. 'Kay?
Author's Notes: Inspired by the 'Under the Mistletoe' song that I *finally* heard. It is so cute! And is dedicated to Dana, Anna, and Tracy. Pairing: Ash/Misty
Rating: G
"Ash! Look out for the--never mind..." Misty had to stifle a giggle at the expression on Ash's face when he sat up, amidst the rubble of the crash. She rushed to his side and offered him a hand, dodging soggy gingerbread and smashed sugar cookies. The table was collapsed on the ground and the bowl of punch had nearly drowned him, leaving his once white t-shirt bright pink.
"Are you alright, Ash?!" Brock was instantly next to him, offering him a concerned look. "I saw what happened--"
"It's nothin'," Ash looked sheepish, dodging the hand Misty offered him. He was suddenly glad he'd seen his mother leave early a few minutes ago. That's all he needed -- her to see him at his worse. Not that she didn't see that now. "I, er, better get these cookies and stuff picked up now. C'mon," he told Pikachu, "help me out."
"Pika chuu!"
Ash smiled and offered his arm to his mouse Pokemon. Sniffing the wet shirt once, Pikachu wrinkled its nose and turned away with a huff.
"Aww, c'mon Pikachu, it isn't that bad!"
"Its worse," Misty remarked, taking in the full damage of the fall. Her nose wrinkled. "You smell like fruit punch now."
"No worse than normal," Brock said brightly. Ash gave him a weathering look.
"Thanks."
"Oh, you know it's true," Misty sniffed, grinning at Brock. "Not that it matters, anyway."
Ash shook his head and leaned down, swiping his red cap off the top of a plate of cookies. "Ah, well. I need to clean. Wanna help me Misty?"
"NO WAY!!! You made the mess, Ash, so you clean it up!"
"Fine," he sighed. "I'll see you later then." He turned his back on his friends and began picking up shards of cookies he'd never eat now.
How depressing.
---
"Are you leaving now?"
Ash looked up at the sound of Misty's voice and gave her a half smile. "Yeah, I'm about ready to go." he put his empty paper plate into the garbage that had been set up in the corner, now left for Ash's benefit.
All night he'd been hearing nothing but lame comments from Gary.
'Be careful, you might drop something!'
'Look! There's a chair. And that's a table, and that there is the couch...'
'Ash has slippery fingers, y'know.'
He was tired of them and was glad he could finally leave. Peace and quiet, just what a teenager required.
"Hey, Ash?" Misty edged.
"What, Mist?"
"We're..."
"...what?"
"...under the mistletoe again."
"Huh??" Ash blinked, repeating his earlier surprise. Instinct told him to get himself out of there as fast he could. But something in Misty's voice made him stay still. And he turned soft brown eyes to gawk at her
Misty looked embarrassed, and she tugged on the knitted sweater she wore. "I, uh... C'mon, Ash, let's go home."
"Misty. Wait."
She looked at him, eyes flashing furiously. "What, Ash! If you're just going to pull a joke, you can SAVE IT!!"
He leaned close to her, and pressed a quick and chaste kiss to her cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Mist."
Misty smiled, hugging her arms around her chest. "Merry Christmas, Ash."
--END.
Author: Krissy
Disclaimer: Pokemon ain't mine. 'Kay?
Author's Notes: Inspired by the 'Under the Mistletoe' song that I *finally* heard. It is so cute! And is dedicated to Dana, Anna, and Tracy. Pairing: Ash/Misty
Rating: G
"Ash! Look out for the--never mind..." Misty had to stifle a giggle at the expression on Ash's face when he sat up, amidst the rubble of the crash. She rushed to his side and offered him a hand, dodging soggy gingerbread and smashed sugar cookies. The table was collapsed on the ground and the bowl of punch had nearly drowned him, leaving his once white t-shirt bright pink.
"Are you alright, Ash?!" Brock was instantly next to him, offering him a concerned look. "I saw what happened--"
"It's nothin'," Ash looked sheepish, dodging the hand Misty offered him. He was suddenly glad he'd seen his mother leave early a few minutes ago. That's all he needed -- her to see him at his worse. Not that she didn't see that now. "I, er, better get these cookies and stuff picked up now. C'mon," he told Pikachu, "help me out."
"Pika chuu!"
Ash smiled and offered his arm to his mouse Pokemon. Sniffing the wet shirt once, Pikachu wrinkled its nose and turned away with a huff.
"Aww, c'mon Pikachu, it isn't that bad!"
"Its worse," Misty remarked, taking in the full damage of the fall. Her nose wrinkled. "You smell like fruit punch now."
"No worse than normal," Brock said brightly. Ash gave him a weathering look.
"Thanks."
"Oh, you know it's true," Misty sniffed, grinning at Brock. "Not that it matters, anyway."
Ash shook his head and leaned down, swiping his red cap off the top of a plate of cookies. "Ah, well. I need to clean. Wanna help me Misty?"
"NO WAY!!! You made the mess, Ash, so you clean it up!"
"Fine," he sighed. "I'll see you later then." He turned his back on his friends and began picking up shards of cookies he'd never eat now.
How depressing.
---
"Are you leaving now?"
Ash looked up at the sound of Misty's voice and gave her a half smile. "Yeah, I'm about ready to go." he put his empty paper plate into the garbage that had been set up in the corner, now left for Ash's benefit.
All night he'd been hearing nothing but lame comments from Gary.
'Be careful, you might drop something!'
'Look! There's a chair. And that's a table, and that there is the couch...'
'Ash has slippery fingers, y'know.'
He was tired of them and was glad he could finally leave. Peace and quiet, just what a teenager required.
"Hey, Ash?" Misty edged.
"What, Mist?"
"We're..."
"...what?"
"...under the mistletoe again."
"Huh??" Ash blinked, repeating his earlier surprise. Instinct told him to get himself out of there as fast he could. But something in Misty's voice made him stay still. And he turned soft brown eyes to gawk at her
Misty looked embarrassed, and she tugged on the knitted sweater she wore. "I, uh... C'mon, Ash, let's go home."
"Misty. Wait."
She looked at him, eyes flashing furiously. "What, Ash! If you're just going to pull a joke, you can SAVE IT!!"
He leaned close to her, and pressed a quick and chaste kiss to her cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Mist."
Misty smiled, hugging her arms around her chest. "Merry Christmas, Ash."
--END.
